What more can a mere simple poet like me say?
Patiently, my soul awaits to behold a beautiful
spring time wish; when spring gives me her
first kiss. For much too long, I really
missed watching the earth become born anew.
God, the creator of heaven and earth; uses
Spring to grant us a season of rebirth/
When the world awakens from its Winter time
sleep; I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
{If I should die before I wake;
I pray the Lord my soul to take.}
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem